I kiss her softly. No tongue, just a small, tender kiss that makes girls melt. “You have a phone, Tiffy. One call to your BFF, Claudio, and you’re free.”
She stares at me.
“But even though I might be the biggest prick you ever met, you want me, don’t you.”
She swallows hard.
“And I want you. That’s why we’re here. I want you. So if you don’t feel the same way, now’s your chance to say so.”
“I want…” She stops. There was a word on her lips, but I’m almost certain it was not my name. Jealousy heats me up in a millisecond. What kind of girl has another man’s name on her tongue when she’s gazing up into my eyes?
“What?” I say sharply. “What were you gonna say?”
“I want to be irresistible. Like you.”
“What?” I have to admit, I’m surprised. And then I laugh. “Are you a virgin?”
“I’m twenty-six, asshole. I’m not a fucking virgin.”
“Then what do you mean? I’m confused.”
“You’re just…” She sighs. “So good at this stuff. Seduction, right? I’m bad at it.”
“Who do you want to seduce?” My jealous rage is back.
“No one. Not specifically. But you’re so confident. And I’m so… not. I feel like I should take notes.”
It’s my turn to sigh. “What, you want me to teach you how to seduce someone?” The irony is not lost.
“Well, look. I hate you. I really do. You had me grabbing your cock last night and then I got accused of sexually harassing you. You made me feel like an idiot in that meeting with your plans and proposals. And now I’m up in your sex den, and I’m not sure what’s happening.” She looks at me with pleading eyes. “Tell me how you get all this control. How do you do it?”
I think about this for a few seconds, and then take a calculated risk. “How many blowjobs have you given in your life, Tiffy?”
“What?” She laughs, putting her hand over her heart like the word ‘blowjob’ is an assault on her virtue.
“Any?”
“I’ve given… one,” she admits, and then averts her eyes.
I’m turned on again. “One? One is not enough. If you want to know how to control a man, you don’t need to look any further than your own mouth. Men are drawn to lips. Every girl they ever think about sexually starts with an image of their cock in that girl’s mouth. So if you want control, you gotta lead a guy to your mouth.”
She takes a deep breath. “Go on.”
God, why am I so annoyed that she’s asking me for pointers? I can make her do anything I want right now. I should be celebrating.
“Please,” she begs. “Tell me.”
I place a hand on her shoulder and push. “Get on your knees.”
She drops to her knees on the blanket without question and my dick grows inside my jeans. She looks into my eyes for a second, and then embarrassment takes over and she looks down.
“Look at me.”
She does. Those amazing green eyes turn up and I almost moan.
“Now bite your lip a little. Get my attention.” Fuck, she has my full attention as her white teeth take a little nibble of her lip. “That’s nice,” I whisper, dropping down on one knee in front of her. I take her face in both my hands and lean in for another kiss. “I can already picture my hard cock filling you up.”
And then I stand back up and start unbuckling my belt. The metal clanks and the leather makes a zipping sound as I whip it off. “Bend over, put your forehead to the blanket and put your hands behind your back.”
She does that hard swallow again, but then she does as she’s told. I bind up her hands with the belt and cinch it tight enough to make her squeal. “Now,” I say, placing a hand on her shoulder to give her a little push, “back to kneeling.”
She struggles to right herself in front of me, but I help her when she needs it and then there she is.
Perfect.
Innocent.
And perfectly fuckable.
“In my opinion, girls use their hands too much. So lesson number one for giving a fabulous blowjob is to let the guy do his thing. Let him play with you first and keep your hands to yourself.” I unbutton my pants with a small snap and then drag the zipper down. I reach inside, pull my hard cock out from my boxer briefs, and present her with it.
She stares at my length for a moment, and then her eyes shoot up to mine.
Holy mother. I want to come on her face and we haven’t even started. “Don’t open your mouth yet, Tiffy.” I swear, she trembles when I say her name. “Just let me rub my cock along your lips.”
She keeps her mouth closed as I bring my tip to her face. And when I touch her soft skin, her lips don’t press together. They move, ever so slightly, as I play.
“You want to know how to make a man want his cock in your mouth, Tiffy?”
She nods. And then, even though I don’t expect it, she says, “Yes, Fletcher. Tell me. Show me how to do it.”
I have to stop for a moment. She is unbelievably sexy. “If your hands aren’t tied behind your back, then you place a finger in your mouth. Tease him. Bring his attention to your lips. Make him imagine all the ways they can move. When you bite your lip, show him a little tongue. It drives me wild.” Wait. “It drives them wild,” I correct.
She smiles coyly at my slip-up. She knows she’s beautiful, dammit. She’s probably given a hundred blowjobs and here I am trying to tell her what to do. Shit, she’s probably playing me.
I can’t handle that thought. I can’t handle the image of her blowing other men and taking me for a ride. So I stop playing with her mouth and aim my cock right for her opening.
Her lips wrap around me, slightly sucking. Fuck, yeah, this chick is hot. She looks up at me, her eyes half-mast and her cheeks flushed pink. I grab her head and bring her closer to me, little by little so she doesn’t gag.
She inhales sharply through her nose, trying her best to be accommodating.
And that’s it, man. I’m gonna blow.
I pull my dick out of her mouth and pull her to her feet.
“What?” she asks. “What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing,” I growl. “Nothing.” I spin her around and untie her hands, throwing the belt on the ground as I spin her back. I push her up against the door to the shed and hike her dress up her thighs. “I almost came down your fucking throat.”
“Isn’t that the objective?”
Objective? Fuck. I’m gone. She thinks she’s part of some sort of training and I’m ready to explode. “Sexy Man’s Rule Number One, princess. Never come before the girl.”
She laughs as I pull a condom out of my back pocket, tear open the foil packet, and slip it over my shaft. “Sexy Man’s Rules?”
“Yeah,” I say, grabbing her hips and lifting her up so I can spread her thighs apart. “It’s a column in some magazine Chandler gets delivered backstage. Now stop talking.”
Chapter Eight
“Wait.”
“Shit,” he mumbles, taking a step back, letting my legs go until my feet touch the floor again. He takes a few deep breaths. “What’s wrong?” He doesn’t sound mad, which surprises me since he’s so clearly ready to get on with things. And then he threads his fingers through his hair and gives me a look that says he’s doing his best, but the only thing on his mind is fucking.
“I barely know you.” It sounds very needy, even to me. And when his brow scrunches up, I know he’s ready to walk out.
And I don’t want him to walk out. Fletcher Novak might be a dickhead, but he’s a seriously hot dickhead. And he’s got more experience in his toe than any man I’ve ever been with. And the promise of pointers has me intrigued.
So I salvage this situation the only way I can. “Tell me what to do,” I say, blushing as the words come out.
My reward is a smile. Not just any smile. Not just any Fletcher Novak smile, either. But something… very… genuine. His blue eyes light up, and smile wrinkles line his face. He looks almost boyish. If a rock-hard man like him could ever be boyish.